Consuite in the Morning
Lyrics & Music: Maureen S. O'Brien

I love the con suite in the morning
When all the fans are fast asleep.
I stumble in
With air-conditioned skin
Low blood sugar from filking nights instead of counting sheep.

	The couch is softer in the morning
	Hot drinks are blessed with healing taste
	And though I yawn
	As dark turns into dawn
	I blink and think that bed sounds like a waste.

Wait up till breakfast in the morning
Eat donuts in a haze, and then
Stagger off to bed
While dreams invade my head
Get up at noon, stay up all night again.